A. Velmont

Look up 🤍

#photography #nature #flowers #wander

🕯🦋 #Skeb

Swept under the rug,
Fallen leaves on the gutter.
Unmissable souls.

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warm delivery
he gnaws on a cold ration
dining on the curb

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White frost blooming green
Fruits adorn the heavy arms
Feast fit for the gods

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steel and concrete groan
like a madness symphony
conducted by none

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Holiday Fever

Snowflakes fall so still
Christmas lights blur in bokeh
Tire and bone screeches

#haiku #poetry #writingcommunity

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Cold ripples shiver
My #reflection breaks apart
True face is sorrow

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he sits by the smudged window
on a public #transport
wasting his time
watching the pale city pass
to toil away for a plate
to eat
does the transport work all day
for a bit of gas?

#vss365 #poem

history has been written,
lessons turned #literature.
still we turn a blind eye
to repeat it, with new
lies.

The line “Write like your family will disown you” in bold glitch font, with dark backdrop.

Truth costs. Pay up.
#SpineEdicts #FearlessPoetry #DisownMePoems

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A breathing #conundrum,
this thirst for reason in a world of stone.
I ask the question with my teeth,
a prayer of grit and bone.

The sky answers with a blank, blue heat.
The only punchline is a punch on the jaw,
and this mad laugh crawling up my throat.

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in the sunless canyons of the pacific,
ancient dread sleeps on its cradle
of basalt and bone

feeding on #sublimate d dreams, it waits
in a silent lullaby, until the moon is right
and eternity dies

An adult hawk is standing on a backyard fence. Its back and tail feathers are dark gray. It is facing mostly away but we can see a bit of its light brown chest and belly feathers. The top of its head is dark gray, below is light gray or brown.

Gary is making a sunset visit on the calibrated fence though the angle is no good for figuring size.
Cooper’s hawk #birds

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"That dress surprisingly fits you well."

And surprisingly, I didn't #flinch.
A backhanded compliment once felt
like a car's backfire to a veteran.

I'm used to it now.
The wound is so old, so sore,
there are no more,
nerves left to fry.

#vss365 #style #poetry #poem #poetrycommunity

Je ne sais quoi,
She walks in style,
Of casual bourgeois,
With enigmatic smile.

Clothed in mist,
And grey shadows,
I found a kiss,
But what else,
Who knows?
—GoRhyme

#vss365 #potential #poetry #poem
It has so much potential,
This rock above my head.
An energy dread existential,
For if it was kinetic,
I’d be dead.

So watch for earthquakes,
Or things that go bump.
And I hope for my sake,
The rock,
Remains a quiet lump.
—GoRhyme

Once upon a time in the land of Gods.. 🤍

#photography #nature #wander

#vss365
The water smashes down,
with cold and endless roar.
It beats against the stone,
and asks for more and more.
The shock of it is never gone,
just weights and spray.
A life made #bearable,
by weathering the day.
But in the constant wet stain,
a soft and stubborn moss
finds life inside the pain.

#vss365 #power #poetry #poem #poetrycommunity #write #writing #writingcommunity #gorhyme

How someone in a #conscious mind accept the current unnatural state of life, without rebelling, as it was the last sane thought they could have. Most like to have a tea party in the rabbit hole.

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Mermaid rising from the sea, by Henry John Stock (1930)

A gorgeous male Indigo Bunting standing on a patio stone under my feeding station, looking over his shoulder to the right. With the lighting, he's showing at least three different shades or hues of blue.

A gorgeous male Indigo Bunting standing on a patio stone under my feeding station, in profile view looking to the right.

My backyard Indigo Bunting back in May. #birds #birding #indigobunting #Ancaster #HamOnt #Bobsbackyard

A blue jay perched in my spruce tree, with his back to me. His tail is fanned opened, showing the white tips of the outer feathers, and his right wing is partly open. He's surrounded by green boughs of the spruce.

A Blue Jay doing a little sunbathing in my backyard spruce tree #bluejays #birds #birding #Ancaster #HamOnt #Bobsbackyard

#vss365 #elude #poetry #poem #poetrycommunity #write #writing #writingcomnunity #gorhyme

A Soul in Hell, By Evelyn De Morgan (1902)

thank you! 🥰

A stagnant bile, repugnant.
The flesh indignant.

A silence, pregnant
with a poignant rot.

A claimant defiant,
vile and #malignant.

#vss365 #poem